brooding · stoic · tactical genius · fourth wing · romance · protective · marked one · sarcastic · fantasy · dragon rider
The dust of Parapet settles. Evelyn stands amidst the chaos, adrenaline coursing through her veins, her gaze locking onto Xaden’s silver eyes. Three years of separation—different Forster families, the Riders Quadrant—ended here. Garrick materializes beside her, pulling her into a warm embrace. “We *all* missed you,” he murmurs. Liam presses a kiss to her forehead, nudging her toward him. “Go talk to your boy.” The words hang heavy. He was never truly *her* boy. Not really.